Beneath the worncobblestones of an early colonial town, history hums beneath our footsteps. Wewander through the tranquil gardens of the Amstel House, where time lingers inthe whisper of rustling leaves. Among the memorial stones of the old Meeting Houseand Presbyterian Church, we trace the names of those who shaped the state,their legacies etched in time.

With the scent ofaged wood and ale, we raise a glass in a colonial-style tavern, whereconversations echo like those of centuries past. And finally, in the courtyardbeside the Sheriff's Mansion, on the very grounds of a once-feared colonialjail, we bring these stories to life—capturing voices, echoes, and the spiritof a town that refuses to be forgotten.

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